Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In]

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 12-05-2014

[/img]"http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]She was being quiet again, not that he minded. As she snuggled, caressed, and kissed further he hummed a purr—half because he wanted to and half because he couldn’t really help himself. Her sound mixed with his, nearly making him laugh. He did in his own head, once again smiling lazily with his eyes shut.

“Got enough practice to hope you did,” he said, voice a tangle of growls, purrs, and half chuckles as his hands kneaded along her back and grabbed at skin gently. Truly, he’d be worried if he didn’t think he’d done his part last night. And if she didn’t think he had…. Well, shit… Seri needed someone with more stamina than he thought existed.

He stilled when a growing-hiss noise came from between the sheets, at first wondering what in the hell it was. But then came her explanation and cringing embarrassment. He opened his eyes as a grin grew across his face; then came the soft laughter.

“Guess that means we gotta get up and feed the dragon in your stomache, right, Noona?” As he spoke he moved to poke her sides lightly, still grinning and trying to look down at her.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 12-05-2014

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="avatar]Mornings were never boring at Inverted Cathedral. Not when one had the kind of characters working for her that Ruka did. Still, most were relatively quiet. Afternoons could be noisy if Saint aggravated someone to the point of bloodshed. And evenings were… well, busy with people depending on the night.

Really, some part of her should have expected what awaited her behind the kitchen doors; and, really, some part of her probably did.

Cool blue eyes took in the smoke, a careful nose took in the pungent scent of burning food. Those same icy orbs locked on Saydri instantly as he tried to put out his most recent adventure in cooking. A brow rose for a moment before she turned to look at the girl coiled up near the wall.

Briefly, she realized she’d missed Likereal in the main hall; though, she didn’t doubt he could take care of himself for the time being. Right now the mess in front of her was her main concern.

Ruka rook a careful inhale from her cigarette and then exhaled lightly before just dropping it on the floor and stamping it out. Her aura reached out like a gentle caress and a dim glow came from her eyes; it wasn’t nearly enough to overshadow the blue in them. In that same moment the smoke gathered, twisting, and coiled into a ball in the center of the room at its near highest point. Unnaturally, the smoke twisted as she watched it, following it with her gaze and directing it. A stained glass window opened so that it could slip out, shutting just as soon as it was gone. A minute or two passed wherein Ruka sighed as the fire alarm finally turned off.

Her hands went to her hips as she looked over at Saydri. “I’m beginning to think I should ask the chef to give you lessons, panther.” A brief smirk was offered. “Are you injured?” Even as she asked she didn’t wait for him to reply; instead, she turned and crossed the distance to the girl on the floor.

Slowly, she knelt down at her side and reached out, stilling her fingers just before her shoulder… thinking perhaps touching her might not be the best option. It was obvious she was rattled, and, Ruka had no idea if it had anything to do with Saydri’s accident or something more. It wasn’t unheard of for such small things to trigger a bad memory or two. So, her hand dropped, forearm settling on her thigh. Her other hand came to rest on top of that.

She waited for another minute to pass and then said softly, “…Miss… are you alright?”

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 12-05-2014

<img style="Lyta Fiera" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/lyta_zpsk848tfg6.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]The piercing, steady tone disappeared, and Lyta became aware of the overloud crash of her heartbeat. It rolled like an angry tide in her ears, her chest, her wrists, and it wasn't until she'd coached herself through a series of deep belly breaths that she realized there was another presence in the room. She didn't stir, unable to choose beyond this thorough inaction of personage, huddling into herself much like her fox huddled within her.

The new presence had a voice, then, following the departure of burning scents from her nostrils. The scent of a different sort of smoke crept to her in its place, but it didn't carry alarm. "Panther," was the first word she latched onto, decided that it wasn't spoken to her. She did, however, consider the word in its context. It explained the warm edge to the redhead's scent. Feline, then? The confirmation of otherness calmed her pulse a bit more, and breathing exercises born from dual decades of vocal training dissolved into something less measured. "Are you injured?" could have been directed her way, but still her neck didn't seem inclined to recall how muscles could maneuver it up and down. Brown eyes opened, staring down into the void of nothingness that her cocooned position created. It wasn't comfortable, the umbrella and purse squished between her stomach and legs, but she thought perhaps if she stayed there long enough the already tired muscles would go numb. Lyta was beyond simple complaints of discomfort. Footsteps approaching, the light odor of new-smoke, stillness. Lyta braced herself, a little ball gone rigid, imagining she'd crawled inside a hard-cased shell instead of rolling into something soft and squishy.

She'd been seen.

Next, she'd be escorted from the premises.

After all, she'd nearly caused the place to be set aflame. No one in their right mind would rent a room to someone prone to arson. Even accidental arson.

"Miss, are you alright?" was definitely directed at her, the question one that polite society dictated the requirement of an answer. Her fingers tightened on her elbows, but she pushed words past her lips. "I'm sorry." The words were more drowned in gravel than she'd thought possible, and she swallowed hard so that the next sentence held more clarity. "I'msorryit'smyfault."

Ah, but that hadn't been the question, and so Lyta considered the answer next. Was she all right? She lived. That was a start. Would anything be right again? She had to believe so, else what was the point of seeking purpose? What was the point of trying at all?

She lifted her head, stared into the face of a slim man with pale skin and paler hair and eyes of concerned blue. Who likely had no idea of the existential sort of replies his question had wrought. Considering the question from his point of view, she knew there had to be more concern with the immediacy of her position. And so: Her ears were recovering from the blare of the alarm; she certainly hadn't encountered new physical injuries. Lyta finally delivered a slow nod. On its heels, and in deference to her prior thoughts, she opened her mouth to speak again, closed it around a would-be clarification, then shook her head. This stranger didn't need to know her woes, but she still needed to find the proprietor, and plead to at the very least be allowed to provide some sort of recompense for this mistake. She flicked a look toward the cook she'd sabotaged and her heart gave a pained thunk in her chest. Plead...Her forehead dropped to her knees and she closed her eyes again. If she was to be a beggar in the end...perhaps now was an appropriate time to beg. "Please don't make me go."

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 12-08-2014

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png" style="avatar] <font color="9ce619] Saydri’s gaze flickered over to her when she spoke though he didn’t quite make out her apology soon followed by the small squeak of surprise and the after it the blaring of the fire alarm. It even caused him to flinch as the large plume of smoke filled the kitchen. Still it was pushed to the back of his mind once he got caught up on his food, but at least there were no flames. He was unaware that he was the cause of the young woman’s muddled emotions, misunderstanding having already arisen between the two of them in such a short time – a new record for him despite his obliviousness.

 The failure of his omelette type thing wasn’t new and his personality was such that he didn’t panic even with the billows of smoke, but then he wasn’t the most expressive individual either. Grabbing a spoon he took a bite of the food only to pull a face, the charred and burned taste had overwhelmed any other taste and it wasn’t even a pleasing texture. It was probably edible but he doubted it had retained much nutritional value and didn’t really find the idea appealing.

 He wondered silently if Ruka would ban him from the kitchen. It would be difficult since a lot of the others were still asleep long after he awoke. Saydri remained distracted by the blackened mess in the frying pan, still staring morosely at it when Ruka arrived, having decided definitely now that it was beyond saving, much to his disappointment but he absently noted the dissipating smoke as it was drawn together and released, the silvery eyes following it momentarily before he sighed and doused it with water just to make sure it wasn’t going to set alight or anything.

 Walking over to the bin to dump the contents unceremoniously into it before scraping at the bottom which was charred before heading back to the sink. He filled the frying pan with water to soak, wiping his hands on his pants he answered, unperturbed by the fact that Ruka was already wandering off to the young woman. “I am unhurt… though I’m uncertain if lessons would alter the ratio of success versus failure in the kitchen and you are one to talk. Putting out your cigarettes on the tile, which is more dangerous than I am even with my aversion with technology.”

 Still a frown appeared momentarily at being called a panther, he seemed as if he was going to rebuke the title for that wasn’t entirely correct but instead he moved forward, picking up her discarded cigarette butt before tossing it in the trash. Saydri’s attention shifted then to the woman that was curled up in a ball, confusion in his gaze now that the smoke and alarm was sorted he was uncertain why she was still in such a position. “Who would make you go? This is Ruka, the owner and it is unnecessary for you to…”

 He searched silently for the word, especially when she said something about it being her fault, once more brushing his hands off on his jeans he moved close. “…to beg. This is normal. I do not know why you think you are at fault. I am not the chef and this is not the first or last time I have ruined my breakfast. Someone else should cook for you.”
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 12-09-2014

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She didn't really want to get up. It was cozy and nice here in his arms, but he was right. Food and the like was needed. perhaps use the bathroom too, as her bladder was telling her. But there he went again, laughing at her. Seri really didn't think she was all that funny. Her sense of humor was sometimes very dry and boring, nothing to say about the fact that most of the time she felt nothing for anything.

She knew her feelings, a memory of the, but rarely felt them. As well as Saydri and Ruka knew. And now Saint.

Nodding, she moved to look up at him when his hands came up to her sides. Her body relaxed a bit more, ready for him to roll them over again and yet he didn't. Instead, he poked her side and caused her to wiggle a little, a muffled giggle on her lips at the ticklish sensation of his hands on her flesh. Her overly sensitive flesh after the night they had. Everything felt sore and raw, even the way her nose felt against his throat was very pleasant.

<font color="#90abc7]"Y-yeah, I think it'd be best....n-..heheh...no more tickles." [/font]her hands moved to his, covering them and trying to move them away gently so she could slip her fingers between his, her smile never fading even though her cheeks and ears were tinted bright red from embarrassment. Entwining them in his and bringing them up to places kisses along his knuckles.

A moment passed and Seri sat up slowly, letting the blanket fall away off her shoulders so show her body straddling his. Her arms reached up to the ceiling, twisting this and that way as her back bent this way and that, then backwards, arching her self against him and displaying all she was for him to see. Skin a pale white that seemed to be covered in a concealer, the tone a perfect pale-peach. Her hair fell about his legs as she stretched her body, getting it ready to move.

Only she didn't go far.

Sitting up once more, she looked down at him and held his phone out to him, <font color="#90abc7]"....Order for delivery or go down to cook...??"[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 01-12-2015

 <img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]<font size="2]Ruka watched as the woman curled further into herself, as she clung to the space her body occupied in some vain attempt to escape into it. The terror of emotion that wracked her body was impossible to ignore; some part of that expressed feeling made Ruka want to once more reach out and offer some comfort. However, she feared that any kind of contact might made a tragic situation that much worse.[/font]

<font size="2]Blue eyes softened, lashes half lowering over them as her visitor explained, rather quickly, that the situation at hand was entirely her fault. Ruka knew it wasn't, given that she could sense what went on around her. Well... even without that... Saydri was known for turning almost everything from a edible state to something akin to a hockey puck.[/font]

<font size="2]Briefly, she glanced up at the man in question, lips quirking only slightly and brow knitting just so. The expression was perhaps like saying: that's just the way it goes, mah~? "Are you chiding me, ginger?" she asked, partial smile still in place as her eyes nearly closed. "Perhaps I hurt your feelings." He could be sensitive sometimes--perhaps. Maybe she had.[/font]

<font size="2]When the young women looked up at her Ruka looked back, meeting her gaze. Her expression once again changed to that of concern as Saydri spoke to the woman. The Traygon refrained from sighing and asked, rather softly, "Why would I make you go, little one?" It wasn't an entirely unfounded question. "You certainly have not done anything to [/font]warrant<font size="2] your expulsion from my place of business."

It was then she reached out, offering her hand. "Truly, I won't force you to get up from a place you are comfortable, but surely the floor can't be all that preferred to a proper seat. Come, if you would. I will find you something to eat and drink if you like...?" and then she did smile. It was one that didn't make her mouth crack; it didn't reveal her teeth or make her eyes close. The expression was gentle, warm, and welcoming.[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 01-12-2015

[/img]"http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] Saint liked the way she moved a little too much... maybe. Then again, it was difficult for him to actually judge what was too much when he was often considered a man of excessive indulgences--especially in the bedroom. He knew, without a doubt, if he died it wouldn't be anywhere but on his back, or hovering over another, ball-deep and in bliss. Well... there were other positions, but those were probably the most obvious.

Probably.

At her reply of yes, and please no more tickles... ha... it made him want to do it again. He stopped short thought as she took his hands, the wavering grin growing. It changed to a soft smile as he kissed his finger, and, only turned predatory once she sat up and stretched out. He watched her as the blanket slid off her smooth skin, as it coiled around her backside, and as she gave him a little show.

He sighed briefly, relaxing back into the pillows as he he slid to hands behind his head to interlink. When she presented the phone he let a single black brow rise and stopped to think. Both options were good, but he really wasn't in the mood to go anywhere just yet. Not really.

"Hmmmm..." he hummed, the sound something of a question as it went high note, to a low note, and then ended on a high note. "Order in, Noona?" He didn't want to go down to get it, but if she wanted him to... he could probably be brided pretty easily.

Probably.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 01-14-2015

<img style="Lyta Fiera" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/lyta_zpsk848tfg6.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Ruka. The one she needed to ask about the cost of a room...the one she needed to apologize to for this whole mess...whom she was pitifully curled in front of like a stray cat waiting to be screeched at, viciously kicked from the sole spot of warmth it'd found in days. How mortifying! Lyta squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Breathed as she'd trained for years, deep enough to carry the lilting notes of an aria to an entire audience, a balcony, the parking lot beyond her kingdom. Prodded her fox inwardly, as if the creature held answers to this miserable spot she'd put herself in. And somewhere between words not her own and the growling of her stomach in the tiny cocoon she'd made for herself, she found a stirring of courage, enough to lift her head again and once more meet the blue gaze that held such grand depths.

She settled her chin on her knees, tilting her head to stare at the red-haired man. His words had been spoken in earnest, not merely to make her feel better, she thought. At last, someone worse off over a stove than me? A tiny inkling of a smile wanted to pull the corners of her eyes taut at his admission. She felt it, or thought she had, the sensation gone so swiftly she soon wasn't sure if the breath of humor had existed at all. "I'm sorry." Soon it would be a mantra. "I should not have assumed."

Of course, not making assumptions meant she first had to admit to herself that her whole word view had shifted, and other things were possible beyond what she took in at a glance and a sniff. Then she had to open her mouth and ask more questions from the onset. For someone desperately trying not to hear her own, broken voice, this was less of a solution than she'd have preferred. More questions? No thank you. Better questions, then. Something other than "how much"; a direct thing like "are you the chef" or "will the food be edible"? Lyta's fingers eased where they clutched her knees so tightly. She couldn't have improved much on their exchange; the smoking had started around the time he might have divulged a single one of those answers in the negative.

The tugging at the corner of her eyes happened again. "It smelled good when I came in," she offered. An explanation to them all as to why those 'better' questions never even occurred to her in the first place.

"Why? I came to rent a room," Lyta answered Ruka slowly, her voice creaking with hesitance and embarrassment that anyone had to talk to her in this position at all, "and instead I distracted...Panther...and so I nearly burned the place down."

For he might have made a poor chef, but there was a big difference between a ruined breakfast and catastrophe. Surely--surely!--setting the place ablaze wasn't usual. She took in their expressions, the lack of concern over the event as a whole, and wondered if that assumption, too, was false. A question, then. "Unless...that is..." Or not. How in the name of all that was holy does one ask a would-be host if pyromania is a usual occurrence?

"The smoke is gone," came out rather abruptly, the rasping realization startling and unsettling. She'd been lost to panic; who knew how they'd fixed it so quickly. Efficiently, even. Is this normal enough to rely on a stable contingency? In case of smoking food, insert Plan A? In case of distracting intruder who causes fires, insert Plan B? Her cheeks flushed. "I thought I'd ruined everything. I can't...afford to fix a building."

Hell, she couldn't afford what little fixing had been done to herself for the months past.

The extended, elegant fingers were unexpected. Chocolate brown eyes blinked at Ruka's hand as though convinced it were illusion, the fox within Lyta's chest flicking its ears at words both kind and reassuring. She searched both faces for condemnation, found none, and then only more kindness to boot. Lyta caved to it, sagging on an inaudible breath of relief and lured by a potent need to believe she wouldn't yet be turned away.

"I would. I would very much, thank you." An easier breath. "Thank you, Ruka." A nod that might have held a small, furtive smile toward the other man, "Chef." Scooping her clutch and umbrella into the crook of one arm, she reached forward with her other to grasp that hand like a lifeline.

Perhaps that's exactly what it was.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 01-14-2015

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The smile she gave him when he suggested order out was brilliant.

Either he wanted to spend more time with her here, in bed with her, or he really was that worn out. Seri's own body healed quickly, and by the days end it would be as if she did not expend all her energy the night before with the man beneath her. For now, she felt the weight of her own limbs and found it a little distressing how heavy they felt.

Did Saint feel her weight?

Her smile remained in place as she looked at him, offering the phone, but her eyes blacked out. Blank and lost in her own thoughts. Even so, words spilled from her lips. "....If you want, I can heal your body faster so it is not so troublesome to move. On the condition that-....you pick up the food...?"

Seri returned to herself and looked down at her friend and the way he reclined on the bed.

"Or-...I can get it if you don't mind if I borrow clothes and come back....?" she was unsure about leaving and returning. There might be things he needed to do today, to hinder him by being a burden in his own rooms wouldn't be kind to a new friend. One of her only friends in a set of five.

Secretly she wished to be able to express herself with words where her expressions failed. Even in times like this when she could show expression.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 02-18-2015

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png]If he could read her thoughts Saint would tell her he didn’t really feel her weight; not when one compared it to his real day job—the one he was narrowly avoiding by being here for a while. She was soft on top of him, thighs molding to his hips and sliding along his skin. Delicate tissue felt cool and different along the hard planes of his body. He wondered, not entirely unlike she did, if he was too uncomfortable for her.

He grinned at the suggestion of her putting on his clothes. They’d swallow her, and somehow the idea of watching his clothes swallow her amused and mentally aroused the shit out of him. A bit of fang peaked out with the expression, with the half lowering of his lashes. He kept his hands where they were, all the while wondering if anyone would see her downstairs when she went to get the food, and, what humor would come of it.

“I think I like the idea of you wearin’ my stuff…” and then he opened his mouth just enough to lick his top row of teeth while meeting her gaze.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 03-05-2015

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She felt the way he adjusted underneath her, and Seri obliged by moving with him, keeping herself atop him and yet not being too much of a burden on his body. Or brushing against him too much to give away the fact her body wanted his again. He was obviously in no condition to be taken for another spin in his bed, her mind knew this. Yet try convincing her body of that.

Not when he looked at her the way he did and hummed. Or the grin he had as she mentioned wearing his clothes. The idea of it peaked his interest, and there was a strange gleam in his eyes at the idea of it.

Seri was small for a being of her kind. Looked to be easily tossed about, and in some cases she could be. Appearance of a porcelain doll and such wrath inside of her to destroy more than half the city. But for now, she settled on copying his grin. "I like the idea of wearing your clothes as well, Oppa~..."

Slowly, she leaned over him, looming above his head while her hands moved from hanging at her sides to creep up along his chest. Kneading the muscles that felt knotted as they moved along and settled them on his shoulders. "Is there anything that's off limits...??" her voice purred out softly as she brought her lips closer to his, tempting and teasing him with a kiss that hasn't happened yet.

The un-kiss was a horrible thing to do to anyone. But Seri couldn't help it with the way he licked his teeth as he looked at her under thick curtained lashes.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 03-21-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] As the young woman took her hand, clutch and umbrella in her grasp, Ruka wondered what had brought such an indisposed creature to her home. As she tugged and helped her get to her feet, she wondered even further is something had happened to her. Generally speaking, people did not crawl into some crevice on the floor and act as though someone were going to beat them. That was exactly as she was acting—this young woman. And Ruka knew those signs well enough; she could spot them a mile away in most cases. Saying anything about them were another matter entirely.

And thus, Ruka didn’t pry. She just smiled that classic soft and warm smile of hers and moved to lead her to one of the many long counters covered in either a cooking block for a top, or a steel flat surface. The section she chose just happened to be a steel surface. Releasing her, she waited for her to take a seat and put down her things.

“You are more than welcome to rent a room,” she told her. “But, first we should probably see to breakfast. Or lunch, as the case may be.” The smirk that came after was enough of an action to crinkled her eyes just so. “What would suit your needs…?” she asked, hanging for a name as one hand unfurled a little too gracefully.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 03-21-2015

[/img]"http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]..And cute grin it was.

It was hard to settle a libido like his; half of that came from being a repressed Victorian for far too long, and, the other half came from just growing into the skin he wore. Being a human with sexual urges was fun—interesting. Being a vampire with sexual urges… in a way, that could be dangerous. So, Saint found it was generally easy to just keep as he was, no matter who it ticked off.

“S’good…” he purred—literally, eyes closing with a hushed sound of words and breath as she danced her sweet soft fingers along his chest. That body moved, pressing up into her as if he couldn’t stop it from doing so. Not that he would. When she stopped at his shoulders and whisper-kissed her answer a rumble of a purr left him before speaking—complaining in some fashion or reproving her tease while loving it all the more.

“Not really,” he admitted softly and then yawned, mouth wide and bearing canines for all present to see. At the same time his body stretched and flexed. His arms went high and slide along the headboard, knuckled knocking wood.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 03-26-2015

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She liked the way he reacted to her, the way he moved along her body even if he wasn't realizing he was doing it. Hands trapped behind his head, Seri nearly had free reign of his body. He reached for her, not with fingers but with skin already pressed against each other. She would have been more than happy to oblige, yet something told her not to let him. To lift herself up off of him just enough that the heat of their skin - or lack there of - touched.

"Then allow me to change into something....more comfortable..." the words left her lips as she thought about them. There was a certain comfort in clothes. That extra layer of something hiding her, keeping what she was hidden from prying, involved eyes. Still, she was not entirely uncomfortable as she was now with Saint. He was warmer than she was, which made him much more ideal to snuggle with.

Gentle and kind, understanding yet not entirely a 'saint'. Still, she paused a moment after she spoke to watch him yawn, looking at his canines with interest before slipping from his body and the bed in what looked to be a floating movement.

A vail of silver touched white locks in bouncing curls covered her body as one would with a blanket while bar feet patted softly across the carpeted flooring to his closet.

A moment passed.

Then three more.

Finally, after a full five minutes, she turned to face Saint relaxing on the bed and nibbled on her lower lip as if worried. "....I can't...decide...."

And they were not even her own clothes....

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 03-26-2015

<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png]Saint watched her curiously as she left the bed, as her body slid off of his in a caress of unintentional euphoria. He kept a rapt eye on her, twisting his body in such a way that he was on his side, elbow on the mattress, and cheek in hand. The smirk that traced his lips remained even as polychromatic depths of blue and green followed her toward his closet.

He watched even as she stared into the depths, poked a few things, an eventually appeared put out. The tremble-bite of her lower lip made him want to chuckle, but he refrained and compromised with himself to settle on a grin instead.

“You’re cute when you’re indecisive, Noona.”

Did he feel bad for her? Maybe…. sorta. But, she could be putting on the cure face; which, he didn’t have a problem with either. “Wanna do a fashion show?” Most of his stuff comprised of fishnet, leather, jeans—with rips sometimes, and an assortment of off stretchy… things. Again, the vast majority would swallow her, but he wasn’t opposed to seeing her try it all on—naked one minute and adorably ill-fitted in his stuff the next.